Just wrapping up the best day ever. This second chemo cycle has been EONS better than the first. I was still pretty laid up the first week with nausea and fatigue, didn’t leave the couch much, but even so, it was less all-consuming-debilitating than the first go around—evidenced, for example, by the fact that I could tolerate TV watching and book reading (last time both only made my nausea worse), and by the fact that I actually started to get stir crazy a week in (last time I felt too putrid to feel anything other than putrid until almost two weeks in).
Today I woke up and went for a VERY SLOW but nonetheless RUN with Josh in the first sun we’ve had here for days. Then I ate a full bagel-with-the-works brunch followed by some good ol’ Monopoly (no surprise, Harrison negotiated us out of our properties and took us for our money, too). After the appropriate amount of said lounging around the house, we ventured out, and the kids helped me pick out a very fun, very purple wig; and then Harrison and I chopped down a Christmas tree (with Sophie, Amma and Zayde—aka my mom and dad—in tow). The only way the day would have been more perfect would have been if Josh had been with us instead of studying away. (Josh graduates in May 2015 from his very time- brain-energy-consuming physician assistant graduate program.)
But wait, there’s more. Then we rescued Josh from his books for a tree-decorating, cheese-and-cracker-eating, dance party. Hard to say whether my highlight was twirling around the living room with Harrison and Sophie (and you, dad!); or laughing with them as we tried on pink and green wigs; or running with them through the fields of Christmas trees; or sitting around the dinner table just a bit ago with my parents and my smiling, happy children, and my love Josh, talking about what a great day itwas and knowing there are more to come, whether it be tomorrow or next month or next year.
(The bad news is that I have terrible mouth sores, a new symptom that developed a few days ago. The good news is that chemo #3 isn’t until Thursday, so mouth sores aside, I am looking forward to a few more days of feeling more physically able.)